Gone With The Wind Poem by Emillie DeVere

She sat there, alone
Tears, dripping from her
Tortured eyes…
Tears of pain and loneliness.
Even HE deserted her.
HE who said he’ll never leave
It didn’t make sense, but nothing ever did
It happened so quickly,
With the passing time
Nothing is left, but a scrap
Of memory, faded and old.
A stain. Still crimson red.
Travelling fast through the cracks
Of the floor. Dripping from fingers, whiter
Than snow
It’s gone, gone. Away with the wind…